The Slow Fade

Well fuck

My enemies died young, I learned the evils of sticks and stones
But I hope you find purpose in the nihilistic lies oh how they were told
There's more than growing grey, than to holding your head up high
I didn't think we'd make it this long caught not on the midnight ride

Sting and strike, my life bore no roots
In demise, part of the mislead youth
They don't have to control you
They just have to blind you

Extremists and me, we go together, like some broken teeth
From social bounds, prying free
These withered walls, were not for me

I got my favorite shovel, so I could look you right in the fucking eye
I only wish I could have gone with you but for now, goodbye

To be free, me, I shall take to the sea
This thing in me, it's no longer listening

And I can't refuse it any more
So I sail out towards the storm
A matchbook and whiskey is all that I bring
A deathly silence and the raging sea

What have I got to lose that I have not lost?



Credits
Writer(s): Shae Chism
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